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My sympathy depleted My friendships deleted I have been defeated By truths that hit so hard I was decleated By intense hatred deep-seeded My history was repeated I guess a three-armed mutant Has no need for a right hand man Until his leprosy riddled hands rot off When he needs them the most But his ***** limbs had been pretty useless for a while Since he had lost feeling in them He had to do a biopsy on his life After the inaccurate results of the smear test He took antibiotics to rid himself of the bacteria But that didn't heal the nerve damage He yearned for the rhetoric to be less inflammatory So he took steroids Transforming the ***** into an ogre With no semblance of humanity ...Except for the people he devours Their patience is delicious He eats that first Their pity is a delicacy A rare treat Their disgust tastes sour But it's a feast His cannibalism may seem callous But the non-mutant lepers take Thalidomide And get pregnant Their kids come out defected With an intense, deep-seeded hatred for three-armed mutants And lepers and ogres look exactly the same To those of another species
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Leprosy
*THIS IS THE LEPROSY TANGO Imagine a lepers' hospital somewhere in the jungle; it's St Valentines Day and everyone is looking for love. Let the music begin...* Leprosy! I think I've got leprosy; At least my doctor Assures me it's so. Oh! Oh! Oh! Leprosy! I'm pleased I've got leprosy; At least for the moment, Till my privy parts go. One by one my bits And pieces, they drop off And I must be so careful Whenever I cough. Yes! Yes! Yes! Leprosy! Oh yes, I have leprosy And I'm so happy Cos it's a great way to go. OLE!
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Leprosy Tango
Head and Shoulders, knees and toes That's the way the story goes Here is something no one knows To lepers...it's important It's the inventory song You may think that this is wrong Put me back where I belong But, lepers need to do this Count your digits 'fore you leave It's a fact you must believe They're not out for to deceive They need to inventory If they count and all is there They face the world without a care They lose their parts, but not their hair Their day will be successful Head and Shoulders, Knees and toes That's the way the old song goes I've got four fingers and six toes I guess I'll put some gloves on The inventory song is neat It teaches them, they need two feet Or they can't walk down the street It really is important Gripping things is kind of tough When digits...you've not enough You know your fingers' with your stuff You'll go and find it later So, if you think that  this is wrong And you do not like this song Put me back where I belong I think this song's a service Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes I've a friend with half a nose Now you know what no one knows Inventory is required. .
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
The Inventory Song
saw it coming long before rancid flesh hard to ignore cast away tossed to the wolves among the canis lupus the depraved rule far below a dark network of caves await his knaves patiently plotting and oh so wise for they are destined to pose as sheep in disguise
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
tsara'rath